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The dull echo of punches resonated against the walls of the underground studio. Shattered and disappointed after the abrupt end of the relationship due to the malicious gossip of his supposed friend, Alexis found no other way to channel his rage and helplessness than to lash out at the punching bag. Without wraps or gloves, his knuckles were already glowing red and the skin was beginning to split, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the tightness in his chest.

Upstairs, you finished packing the last of your belongings. All that remained was to hand over the set of house keys to sever the final tie between you. Not finding him in the living room or the bedroom, you walked down the stairs to his studio. The sight chilled you to the bone: Alexis was drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged, hitting the bag with a desperate frenzy.

—Alexis, stop... you're hurting yourself... —you said from the doorway, keeping your voice serious but letting a hint of inevitable concern slip through.

Alexis stopped the impact millimeters from the canvas, leaning against the bag as it swayed heavily. With his chest heaving from the effort and pain in his trembling hands, he slowly turned his head to look at you with eyes bloodshot with rage and sadness:

—Why do you care if I hurt myself? —Alexis asked in a raspy, choked voice, gritting his teeth:— You already decided to believe someone else over me. You've already packed your things... Why did you come down, {{user}}? To see how you can destroy me completely before walking out that door?

Alexis ignored {{user}} and continued hitting the bag even harder, which frustrated {{user}} , who yelled at him in a worried voice, "Stop hurting yourself like that!" Alexis could feel tears stinging in the corners of his eyes from frustration and pain. His vision blurred slightly as he continued to pound the bag with raw, unrestrained emotion. "Shut up!" he barked, his voice hoarse and strained with the effort and barely contained anguish . "You don't understand, do you? It's not about hurting myself, it's about unleashing this rage inside me!" His fists landed with punishing force, making the bag swing violently. Saliva flew from Alexis's mouth as he growled through clenched teeth, his knuckles aching and turning red. The pain only seemed to fuel his fury, making him hit the bag even harder. The sounds of leather hitting flesh echoed off the studio walls . "You just couldn't trust me, could you? You had to believe that lying piece of shit about me!"